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Kindness Does Not Pay.
There was once a boy of a mere age of twelve. He lived with his father in a manor out in the country. A beautiful place it was, fields of glorious flowers flooded the grass plains in spring, a sweet scent always lingered in the wind. In winter, the nearby lake was turned to crystal, icicles formed where the rapid stood.
A pity there was only the two of them; the boy’s mother had died at child birth, leaving him to his father. An honorable man he was, a general who conquered every battle, who killed for victory. He taught the boy everything he needed to know to survive in this harsh world of reality. The boy did not need school, no. Not when he had his father to teach him, from basic education to morals and values.
One lesson he could never forget, was during one summer when his father had thought him how kindness did not pay. He had said that kindness did not make a soldier, it made one weak. It made one love, and to love was to destroy. A cruel and heartless man indeed, but it was because of his strong personality and unfeeling nature that made him the successful man he was today.
That very day, the boy’s father brought him a new pet dog and let it loose to run free and wild around the massive manor. What he did not tell the boy was that the dog was bread to be a fighter, the most aggressive of them all. He then demonstrated to the boy by letting the dog attack himself, a savage lunge forward and the dog was biting and clawing at it's master. But before he could let it harm him, his fist flew and met the dog with such great impact it sent it flying back. A lone whimper escaped the dogs throat as it landed, hard, on the ground.
He than let the dog attack the boy. But the boy did not retort, he did not fight the dog, instead he let himself be a chew toy to the vicious canine. It was a horrible experience, as he recalled. His father had explained to him, after his wounds were treated, that it was a harsh world. If he were to be softened by kindness, he would never survive. His exact words were, “It is a dog eat dog world out there, if you were kind and softhearted you would have been eaten up, just as you almost were. I on the other hand fought the dog, I did not need kindness, I only needed survival."
His father’s words burned into the boy’s mind, a wave of emotions washed over him as he retired for the day. To feel angry, hurt or simply indifferent, though given his young age, he had understood that he was only human. It was normal and most likely expected that he felt something, though not from his father.
That had sparked determination in him, he promised himself that he would take care of and train the dog, show it love and kindness. No matter how long it took, he will show his father that no, kindness may not pay, in a sense that it did not directly benefit the doer. But it will eventually come back to the doer, in a form of hope or achievement.
Summers came and summers went by. Eventually one summer came when the boy had turned that once uncontrollable and monstrous dog into a man’s best friend, a friendly companion and a trusted partner. Simply with the power of kindness, love and hope. He then turned to his father and said, “Look Father, kindness does pay!”
Lol this is my english compo. i posted it here cuz im really proud of it and i thought the lesson would be good for everyone. i got the inspiration from the series i was reading, The Mortal Instruments and www.givesmehope.com it is an amazing website. it made me cry...so if you are feeling down or suicidal, go to GMH. I hope it will give you guys hope, like how it made my day.
Word of the day: Hope.
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